Before the pistol crack spins me out sidewaysLike the sharp hard hit of a car crash in a dreamThere's kids on the corner wannaBeat-box my brains to bitsYou can't cut creed cleanThings ain't black or white like they seem

Rave down, hit the ground

4 AM all night hell gas stationBefore we cruise off to the beachWhere the breeze blows easy and slowWe hung tight all night and no gig to go toThere could be something happenin' hereBut there's just no place to goYour town ain't lively up no moreRave Down

Deep hot sun burns through the cityYeah, they're havin' to peelThe pedestrians off the wallsEx-cop 'round the blockRockin' chair, suckin' beerHe blasts flies with his gunBecause swatting's no funYour town ain't hypin' up no moreRave downRave down, hit the ground